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she smiled at me through lab goggles and a light, latex-gloved touch; I blushed, looking down at my feet; I caught sight of the unseemly lump of flesh on the table between us. strange, that this dissection was so [Russian Nesting Dolls] meta; two brains with bodies dissecting one without. technicolor dreams drenched in formaldehyde leaching out upon the stainless steel table parietal lobe corpus callosum Brocke's area god I think I love this girl I
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
surrealism
she smiled at me through lab goggles and a light, latex-gloved touch; I blushed, looking down at my feet; I caught sight of the unseemly lump of flesh on the table between us. strange, that this dissection was so [Russian Nesting Dolls] meta; two brains with bodies dissecting one without. technicolor dreams drenched in formaldehyde leaching out upon the stainless steel table parietal lobe corpus callosum Brocke's area god I think I love this girl I
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May 17, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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